روايات وقصص ضمن Best Friend Las Vegas Photos

"I need a favour. Can you please look after Honey for me? I can't leave her with old lady Gretal. She's having her grandkids over this weekend." "Sure, thing babe, I've got you. Where are you going?" "Vegas." "Vegas? Hell girl, I know your heart broken but Vegas?" "No, it's not like that. I'm chasing a lead." "Oh, okay. I'll let Lesley pick you up. How late is your flight?" "Thanks, At 10." "Okay, I'll sent him over, Love Ya." "Love Ya too, Bye." Shane is my oldest friend, a photographer. We've been friends since high school. Lesley his partner, is a detective, he sometimes helps me out with my stories. They are such sweet guys, both incredibly handsome and both fun to hang with.

She loved taking photos of all the happy moments, especially his. "Congratulation, my Biker. Hope you win all the races in future as well." She murmured merrily and kissed his photo again. *** After the race, Cole directly reached his best friend's house to celebrate his triumph. His friend, Ethan Jones welcomed him with a warm hug. "Congratulations, Bro. I'm so proud of you." Happiness was clearly visible in his eyes seeing his best friend's success. "Thanks, Bro," Cole said as they broke the hug and smiled at each other.

My thumb hovered over @wanderwithblue before finally tapping “Post.” Switching over to I*******m, I scrolled through my camera roll and stopped at a selfie from earlier—us at the “Welcome to Las Vegas” sign. Teddy had his arm draped around my shoulders, the same way he always did when he was trying to seem casual but wanted everyone to know I was his. Sadie and Brody were mid-laugh, Thomas was holding Tyler like a toddler, tongue out and glowing in the neon. Caption: Warning: Birthday boy turning 30. Shenanigans in Vegas guaranteed.

"I thought you were afraid of heights." "I, uh, had a few drinks first." I quickly moved to the next picture - me posing with a showgirl on Fremont Street. Her feathers were bigger than my whole body. "Now that's what Vegas is about!" Hazel whooped. "Did you see any shows?" "Just walked past them." I showed them shots of the neon signs, carefully curated to exclude any trace of Alexander. No hint of his arm around my waist at the Venetian. No evidence of his kisses in the elevator. Definitely no photos of that private cabin.

They exchanged pleasantries, and afterwards we left for our home. That night we all laughed, did videos and took pictures, talked about a lot of things and Lizzy wouldn’t stop talking about her boyfriend, how amazing he is, how cute, and all of that. I couldn’t help but feel extremely happy for my best friend and I hugged her and told her she deserved the best. ••••••••••• Somewhere in Dubai, in another apartment. Seven’s POV I had arrived a few hours ago, and the guys wouldn’t stop talking nonstop about Gab’s woman and her friends, especially one. They said she just arrived too. They’ve been constantly saying she’s too beautiful and was my kind of woman, but I knew they were clearly insane.

The picture was both one of the best and worst memories of my life. Best because it was taken on the night we all decided to take a trip together. It was one of those group camp trips and this picture in particular was taken of us by one of the campers. I had my arm on Aiden’s chest as he looked down at me, and I couldn’t help but notice that Jade’s eyes were fixed on us as she smiled, her smile not reaching her eyes. I was stupid not to notice the signs that she gave out, but then again, I wouldn’t have thought that my only best friend would end up doing this to me. I shook my head and put the picture back inside the drawer before heading out of the room with the charger in my hand. Dante s

I swore aloud, heading toward my car. Matthew was my best friend since high school and the owner of Rebel Wolves, my favorite place in the whole of L. A. He had stuck by me through the roughest moment of my life and the only one I could say really knew the real me; it was why I considered him more of a brother than friend. As I drove in the direction of my mansion at the other side of town, I turned on my phone to read the last text from Brenda. You can't keep doing this to me, TY, we're going to get married soon,"

" Elgar smiled and looked at me. "Um...I often enjoy the full moon with my best friend. We lay in the grass and drink hot chocolate." "Your best friend?" "Alden. One of those friends I told you about. He's my teammate with his brother, Kingsleigh. Also Emma and Marlon." I felt like telling him some things about me.

A friendship that worked based on balance. The only thing they ended up knowing and I couldn't hide when I began to vehemently refuse to get to know other people better, was about Vraxlon's death. As I still lived at the same address, I could find the only photo that my capital sin friends and I took on our last passage through the land, which got all wet in the sea when we got into clothes, and I had to use magic so that the stains from the water would go away. It had been taken at a street festiVrax, in which we entered an automatic booth and took a small photo on a polaroid camera.

After their photos were taken, everyone headed to the hotel for the ceremony. Tammy found it hard to conceal her excitement. She edited the photo she took with Avery a little before posting it onto her social media. [It's my best friend's wedding today. I'm so much happier than I was at my own wedding! Happy! Happy! Happy!] It was a set of nine photos. There were Avery's solo photos and some that Tammy had taken with Avery. In every photo, Avery smiled charmingly and blissfully.